fic breakfasts

i had the opening course of one here with safer by juli, but i keep opening stories with the phrase 'his lover' in them.  know what i hate?  i hate the phrase 'his lover.'  know what should never be in any story?  the phrase 'his lover' shouldn't.  i'll keep trying though. 

by the same author, the waltz is about as horrifically schmoopy as i can just barely stand.  she's addicted to That Phrase, though.  'they weren't lovers yet, but...'?  eesh.

why do people feel compelled to tell you in the notes that a story is their first attempt at [whatever].  it can't be that they think we want to know, can it?  that's just impossible.

eerie-ass physics by kispexi may finish it off.

all today's fic breakfasts are firefly, mal/simon flavored.

common sense knows that you're not good enough for me

icons

this

bad pain my poor, interior decorator-with-art teacher-momma soul.

this travesty spotted in metaquotes, the apparent property of somebody named brooding_soul.

a hand over the window

got v nice card in mail from perhael.  in fact, i think i'll take a nap.

(no subject)

jesus, this isn't apple sauce, it's apple pie filling.

a hole in you

i'm beginning to feel that ominous urging to give both livejournal and website a makeover.

dress up oscar statue

hahahaaaaaaaaaaaahahahah.

(no subject)

hey, perhael?

i did something wrong and the psp isn't working. 

woo

happy birthday, schonste! 

she's right, you know

i want to see sarah michelle gellar and calista flockhart playing sisters.